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Look, escort’s a messy biz, da? Cold hard cash for company—simple, brutal. I see it like sheep herdin—control, power, solitude. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that flick I love. “I wish I knew how to quit you” — escort’s like that, sucks ya in. Not judgin, just observin—calculated, see? Some oligarchs I know, they hire escorts quiet-like. Little secret: Moscow’s got underground clubs, elites only—escort’s the main dish. Gets my blood boilin when they overcharge—greedy bastards!

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Then, I thought, “Let’s take a stroll by the seafront.” Peacehaven’s got this lovely stretch of coast, right? The waves were crashing, and I was feeling all poetic. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my muffin wrapper! Like, dude, that was my only connection to breakfast! I swear, those birds are like little thieves. I was half tempted to chase it down. But nah, I just laughed it off. What else can ya do?

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